Dancing Through Sunday

Ever had one of those mornings where you slowly wake up, still laying comfortably in your bed and then start to think that it must be well into the afternoon and upon realization of that you jump out of bed too quickly because there are things that need doing, only once you’ve done that you look at the clock and see that it is not even passed 9 am yet. With a head that woke up too quickly and the coffee that can’t be made fast enough is how I will write to you all this time. I will not promise it is going to be as much text as the other time; we’ll just start here and see how far we can get without overdosing on caffeine and still not waking up.

When I left you last time I told you about the gig I went to here in Wycombe, and that feels so far away, I don’t even remember exactly what date it was that I went there but if I look at the date that I posted my blog and see the reference to the gig being “last night” then I sorta figured it out already, making the last two sentences completely useless, and doesn’t that make you happy knowing that what you’ve just read was actually useless. It started a new paragraph nicely though. I don’t recall exactly what I’ve done day by day in that time since then so here are a few of the highlights: going to Bristol and going to Holland. If there is something I missed in the highlights then let me apologize in advance and tell you that life has been moving much too quick lately for me to keep a clear track of everything, but I will try and report on as much as I can, also to make sure that I will remember in two weeks what I’ve been up to here!

Bristol.

To honor the start of the infamous “Easter Break” I had to get out of High Wycombe for no real reason actually, other than regretting not having seen a whole lot of the UK yet. And for those of you that do not know, Easter break here is basically a three week excuse to do nothing at all, drink too much in the pub and then after three weeks coming back and wondering where those weeks went, much like the famous US spring break I guess, the main difference being that they use a religious excuse here. Anyway, I spent the first Saturday of this break in Bristol, why Bristol? I don’t know really, it was a city I hadn’t been yet, and now I have, so it’s other one that can marked off the long list of cities and places that I still want to visit. In order to make this blog more readable, and fun for the picture tourists that seem to outnumber the people that actually come here to read what I have to say I will not say too much about my visit there, but let you watch some of the pictures instead. Even though my talents for picture taking aren’t all that great… enjoy.

This is my housemate sleeping in back of my car while we drove down to Bristol.
(Mijn huisgenoot lag lekker te slapen achter in mijn auto terwijl we naar Bristol reden.)

A nice harbor view of Bristol ...very pretty!!
(De haven van Bristol, mooi he!!)

Proof I was there.
(Bewijs dat ik d'r ook was.)

Churches! Churches! Churches! My newly found obsession.
(Kerken! Kerken! Kerken! Een nieuwe obessesie van mij.)

A view from the hill with the watchtower, be patient.
(Uitzicht over Bristol vanaf de heuvel met de uitkijktoren, even geduld.)

And there is the watchtower! It looks more impressive than it really is and should you dare to go inside and up to the top, prepare to come down with trembling feet as two way traffic passes through a staircase barely big enough to fit me.
(En daar is dan de uitkijktoren! Hij ziet er op de foto indrukwekkender uit dan dat ie werkelijk is en als je naar binnen en boven durft te gaan kom je met knikkende knieen naar beneden want mensen die naar beneden en naar boven gaan, moeten dat met een trap die net aan groot genoeg was voor mij.)

Could the view be worth it...?
(Misschien is het uitzicht het wel waard?)

More proof I was there, if you look closely.
(Nog meer bewijs dat ik d'r ook was, als je goed kijkt.)

This looked pretty impressive and from this day forth shall be called the Bristol Sphere (if that wasn't it's name already).
(Dit zag d'r ook wel indrukwekkend uit en heet vanaf nu de Bristol Sphere (als dat nog niet het geval was)).

Look! Another church! yay! This one had no roof actually, the Germans bombed it during the second world war, and this goes to prove the British laziness when it comes to home improvement.
(Kijk nou! Nog een kerkje! Deze had geen dak, die hadden de Duitsers d'r af gebombadeerd, gewoon bewijs dat de Engelse heel lui zijn als het om gebouwen opknappen gaat.)

Ohh!! Before I completely forget, my little sister came to drink a cup coffee at my house the day after I went to Bristol. Lekker bakkie, koekie, gezellig he ;)

Yeah this was just to make sure I mentioned it.

So now that I have provided you with pictures, are really satisfied? Is there a craving for more pictures? Will it not make my blog load to slow, or have you purchased a faster internet connection since then? Whatever the case may be I will leave you at this point for now, but will return very quick with another update to tell you all about my adventures in this small country called the Netherlands. Have a good one!

This post was created under the influence of the Spin Doctor's "Go Ahead Now, A Retrospective".